We may choose to make our play
between the black queen and the red,
the chariot and the high priestess,
until they blur together, outlines blending,
detail lost, on a random roulette spin
Knowing by custom red moves first and black responds
while red leads suit though black is trump –
but does black always follow? Must she observe
tradition and so leave room for red to breathe
or may she take initiative to end it?
Each breath we draw in genuine uncertainty
has consequence (or none) as yet unknown
no matter who should call or who may choose –
unless, unless, until black overturns the space.
Then who will be dealt with at a whim?